J. Cat: "Shadows of the Game"

It was a cool evening in the city, the kind where the night seemed to stretch on forever, a velvet cloak that concealed the sinister secrets of the world. High above the glittering skyline, on the 73rd floor of the most exclusive penthouse in the city, J. Cat adjusted his cufflinks with a practiced hand. His dark hair, always perfectly styled, fell just enough over his forehead to give him that air of careless elegance. He surveyed the city below, a world he both ruled and distanced himself from.

Tonight, however, was different. Tonight, the stakes were higher than usual. Word had come down the grapevine that something was off in the underground world of political corruption. Powerful people were pulling strings, manipulating governments, and hiding behind shadows of privilege. The kind of people who would burn the world to the ground if it meant securing their empire.

J. Cat wasn’t a man who played by the rules of society. He wasn’t here to collect checks or sign contracts. He was here to reshape the game.